4.28.2009

Zayin (sword): part 7 of The Red Letters

Two edged and twice sharp,this enterprise of piercing,dividing is unstilled, unchecked,and often unsought,but invades the softenedparts where piercing hurtsmost, a siege of the groundwe humanly marked holy,roped off narrowly, and builtJericho-like walls around.We occupy spaces betweencontroversies and settleinto unstirred, creek-bedsediment, resisting a flowtoward glory because ofthe familiarity, the staticcomfort and staid satisfaction,we would otherwiseleave behind. Piercingis division, in the right handsskillfully separating the stagnantfrom living flesh untilwe are cleft painfullyinto resemblance of you.You show no mercyin pruning fruitless parts,invested solely in us and notwhat we have made ourselves.Toward this end, you cutaway excess, even where wesee necessity, until we arebeautifully soft and naked,as Eustace stripped of allhis scales. You hauntthe distinction ofjoints and marrow, fillingthe void between our structuresand the underlying life,roaring subtly inindistinguishable whispersout of the one andinto the other.

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You show no mercyin pruning fruitless parts,invested solely in us and notwhat we have made ourselves.Toward this end, you cutaway excess, even where wesee necessity, until we arebeautifully soft and naked,as Eustace stripped of allhis scales.

I loved that part in (which book was it?) about Eustace. Boy! You have 3 blogs! That should keep you busy (and the rest of us happy with reading your writings! :)